Page 18 of Healing Love

BRIELLE

Istir awake slightly, feeling the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window before I even open my eyes. I also feel Elliot’s chest steadily rising and falling as he slumbers peacefully. He has one arm wrapped around my waist keeping me tucked into his side, while I’m snuggled up next to him, our naked bodies pressed together.

We ended up getting out of bed around noon yesterday, and Elliot took me on the tour we got distracted from earlier in the morning. It was amazing to see another side of him. Instead of the bitter, broken man who walked into my office just a few weeks ago, Elliot showed me things he was excited about, like his friend, Cassian’s, garden where he has fresh herbs, fruits, veggies, and spices.

We walked halfway around the construction site where the other guys were hard at work. I could tell Cassian wanted to be out there working with the heavy machinery and doing something with his time instead of resting and healing. I sensed when the darkness started to creep in, and I suggested we pack a picnic and he could show me his favorite spots near his cabin.

Elliot murmurs something in his sleep, pulling me from my thoughts. The hand I have resting on his chest slowly slides down his gorgeous, chiseled body. I still can’t believe he wants me, that he finds me beautiful.

My hand wanders down his torso, my fingers dipping into the cut lines of his abs, then lower, to his massive dick, already hard for me. That fact makes me smile like maybe he's having some naughty dreams about me. I know I've had my fair share of steamy fantasies about him over these last few weeks.

A filthy thought sneaks into my mind. One that can’t be denied. I wrap my fingers around his hard shaft and start to stroke my hand up and down his many inches.

Elliot’s muscles tense and I hear a soft groan fall from his lips. I look up to find him still asleep. I shuffle down closer to his cock and get on my knees so I’m bent over him. I lick his shaft from top to bottom, loving the way his hips automatically thrust up to get closer to my mouth.

“Mmm… Brielle…” he mumbles in his sleep.

Encouraged by his groans, though spoken unconsciously, I open my mouth and suck just the head of his cock inside. I look up at Elliot right as his eyes snap open.

“Fuck, Brielle, Jesus Christ, baby.”

I pop off of his dick, wondering if I did something wrong.

“Don’t you dare stop now, sunshine. Need those lips around my cock.”

I smile and crawl in between his legs to give me better access. I stick out my tongue and lick him again, like a lollipop, flicking my tongue across the head again and again before dipping it inside the slit on top.

“Brielle! Fuck!”

I love giving him pleasure like this, seeing him almost out of control. I open my mouth wide and descend on his cock, taking him as far as I can. Massaging the vein running along the bottom of his shaft, I begin to suck and slowly pull back out. I bob my head up and down while Elliot grunts and fists my hair, guiding my movements.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Shit, Brielle, your mouth feels so goddamn good.”

I hum around his dick and he growls, thrusting up and shoving his cock further in my mouth till it hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, and he pets my head.

“Relax, love. Breathe through your nose and open up that little throat of yours.”

I do as he says and feel him going down my throat. I swallow on instinct and he growls again. When I get a good rhythm going, I reach down and take his balls in one hand, massaging them and sending a shiver through his entire body.

His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls me off of him, though I can tell he was debating on letting me finish him off. Apparently, we’re waiting for another time for that. I won’t complain.

“Come here, Brielle,” he growls, his breathing ragged from the strain it’s taking for him to hold back. “Need your lips on mine right the fuck now.”

I crawl up his body, kissing and licking every muscle I see along the way. Straddling him, I lean down and place my hands on either side of his head. Elliot wastes no time. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me down, crashing his lips on mine. He owns this kiss, licking and sucking and driving me wild with need.

When we finally come up for air, I rest my forehead on his, both of us panting.

“Jesus, what a way to wake up.” He looks at me with wonder and satisfaction. And then the lust takes over.

He nips my bottom lip, then thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, owning my body and soul. I begin rocking my hips, needing more. Needing everything. Elliot's hands glide down my back, cupping my bare ass and pulling me closer, urging me to grind down on him with my soaking wet pussy.

He breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to my neck, licking and nipping and kissing down to my shoulder.

“Are you still sore, baby?” he mumbles into my skin.

“No, I need you,” I’m all breathy but I don’t care. I can’t get enough.

“Need you too, Brielle.”

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